Don't Fuck With Gamma Nu! - An Erotic Mini-Series...

Don't Fuck With Gamma Nu! - An Erotic Mini-Series...

1
Kevin tried to open his eyes; they felt like ten pound weights were hanging from each lid. His tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He would kill for a drink, give just about anything to give his mouth some moisture. The dense pounding in his head was worse than any hangover he ever had. He had no idea how long he had been out, it felt like hours.

After great struggle, he was able to crack open one eyelid to take in his surroundings. He was in a windowless room with a hard-packed dirt floor, lashed to a bondage rack, clad in nothing but his boxers. They were his date underwear.

The last thing he could remember was pulling up to Shay's dorm, ready to put another notch in his belt. He got out of his car and set the remote alarm when things went dark. He could barely turn his neck to the left or the right so he fought to open his other eye. He blinked a couple of times and tried to adjust to the dark.

He heard a click to his left and saw the wall slide inwards. Three figures entered the room, single file, cloaked in dark robes.

"What the fuck?" He rasped, trying to force his tongue to move. None of the three replied, separating to opposites corners of the room. The tallest one stood next to a large table, covered in a white sheet. The second went to the adjacent wall, hitting a switch, flooding the room with harsh lighting, making Kevin shut his eye to mask the pain.

The last figure approached Kevin, standing directly in front of him. It was holding a riding crop in gloved hands, which it tapped lightly. The tender pop of leather on leather made Kevin very nervous. He tried to move away as it approached, but the straps that bonded him to the smooth wood held firm.

The figure dropped the crop to the side and removed the hood. Kevin's eyes widened, a sheet of cold sweat washing over him.

"Oh shit…"

2
He thought back to three weeks before that very night. A light wind blew through the campus, carrying the faint sounds of lovemaking throughout the evening air. The sounds escaped from a second story window of the Gamma Nu Sorority house. Upon closer examination, the sound was not lovemaking, but frenzied fucking. Inside, a young coed was crushed deep into her mattress, neck shoved against her headboard and limbs askew. On top of her was a muscular man, pounding his pelvis as deep as he could; one hand pressed tightly against her breast, the other gripping her calf and pushing it back as far as it could go till her toes were touching the wall overhead.

"Shit, Kevin," squealed the coed. "Ease up a minute."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there."

Kevin kept up his rigorous sexual workout, bed frame groaning under the strain. The cooling wind from the open window did nothing to dissipate the stream of sweat running off of him. He shook his head to keep it out of his eyes, grunted in time with the banging headboard. The female moaned under the strain of her forced contortions and his rough grip, not to mention the stabbing pain from his urgent thrusts. Just as the twinge in her thigh marked the beginning of a cramp, he released his grip and pulled out.

She felt the relief of relaxed limbs before she was barraged with bullets of cum, splattering her face and hair. Kevin groaned as he tugged the remaining seed out of his dick before collapsing on the bed next to her in a panting lump. Shock was quickly replaced by anger as hot semen dripped off her nose and trailed across her lips.

"STUPID BASTARD!" She screamed at him as she disengaged herself from the tangled sheets and jetted across the room to the bathroom she shared with her absent roommate.

Kevin chuckled, wagging his softening dick back and forth with his hand before wiping the sticky member clean with her bed sheets. A mix of sweat, blood (from a torn hymen), and pussy juice stained the cotton. Rolling off the bed, he began to get dressed. The deed was done; another notch on his sex belt marked with pride. He looked around for his lucky drawers, a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that he wore the first time he fucked the head cheerleader back in high school. He was fastening the buckle on his belt when the door to the bathroom opened. His date came out, fastening her robe, a towel wrapped around her hair. She stared daggers at him, but he just smiled.

"If I wanted to be fucked by a horse, I would have called Mr. Ed!" She glowered at his casual demeanor. This wasn't the same man that surprised her with flowers in class, left love notes on her car, and treated her to a night on the town less than two hours ago.

"Shit, Jessica…" drawled Kevin. "I didn't know you sorority chicks were into that sort of shit! Maybe next time, witcha freak ass." He laughed at his joke, stroking himself nonchalantly through his pants before buttoning his shirt.

"Nigga fuck you!"

"Ah, we just did that." He slipped into his loafers and eased around her to make his exit. Jessica could only glare as he opened the door to her room and left without another glance. She was steaming, mostly pissed at herself for being duped by his suave demeanor and empty words. It wasn't the first time he pulled this stunt, but she refused to believe the rumors around campus. After locking the door behind her, she stripped the soiled sheets off the bed.

The roar of a Mazda 3 in the driveway announced his departure. She scooped up the bottle of perfume that he brought for her and ran to the window, chucking it at the departing vehicle. The glass shattered on the gravel, missing his car completely. Kevin beeped the horn, waving bye as he sped down the driveway.

Jessica slammed the window and returned to the bed. She picked up her cell phone and punched a few keys. After a couple of rings, someone picked up the line.

"Hey girl, I fucked up bad."

She related the story to the person on the phone; hot tears began to spill down her face. She listened intently for a minute, a sneer slowly replacing the scowl. By the end of the conversation, she had a grin dripping with evil.

"That's why you're my girl," Jessica laughed. "I'll tell the others and get back with you."

3
Later that night, three members of Gamma Nu gathered in the basement of the sorority house. There was Jessica, a bronze beauty that favored Beyoncé but had much larger breasts; Kevin's latest victim. In the overstuffed chair, still dressed in her party clothes sat Selina. Her line name was Glamazon, because of her large frame and muscular build. She was the only girl on the collegiate wrestling team but had the looks to land her a small modeling contract during semester breaks.

The last girl standing by the bar, hair pulled back in a ponytail, tugging at her rumbled pajamas while she mixed a drink was Felicia. Her rimless glasses pushed back on her head as she mixed herself a late night cocktail. Felicia was the most plain of the trio and although she spent more time in the books instead of the mirror, she had a hidden beauty that few ever saw.

"Thanks for meeting me y’all," said Jessica, fidgeting like her bladder was full.

"The club was dead anyway girl." Selina crossed her long legs, picking at a strand of thread on her dress.

"Couldn't it wait till breakfast?" Felicia slurped the overflow from the highball glass before adding a couple of maraschino cherries.

"Time is of the essence on this one." She didn't know how to drop the news to her sisters; they would freak out when they find out what occurred only a few hours ago.

“Well, tonight..." She was interrupted by a tapping on the basement door. Everybody looked in the direction of the knocking, counting the taps to indicate the secret signal. After seven taps followed by two long knocks, Jessica strode over to open the door. In strolled a thin boy, dressed in purple slacks and matching sport jacket with a scarf wrapped around his neck almost trailing to the floor.

"Hey Babies," squealed the flamboyant guest, doing a pirouette to show off his wardrobe.

"Luscious!" the girls shouted in glee. Luscious was their unofficial sorority “sister.” The gay male loved the Gamma Nus, couldn't pledge because of regulations but was embraced nonetheless. He was always over to the house, cooking scrumptious meals, dishing the dirt on fellow coeds, helping coordinate and plan events and using them for models when he designed his over the top fashion designs.

After a minute of hugging and pleasantries, they got down to business. Jessica repeated the events that she relayed to Luscious earlier. Selina uncrossed her legs and stood up. She strode over to Jessica, towering over her by a couple of inches.

"What did I tell you about Kevin?" She hissed through the teeth. "You get the highest grades every semester, but you're too stupid to stay away from that son of a bitch? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND! WE WARNED YOU!"

"Not you," chimed in Felicia slamming down her drink. "I thought he was never to darken this threshold again."

Luscious stepped between Jessica and Selina, putting a reassuring hand on their shoulders. "Now, babies...What's done is done, but I have a plan to end this once and for all.

The one thing that everybody in the room had in common was humiliation at the hands of Kevin. Felicia was swayed by the only guy that would talk to her freshman year. She never wore make-up, dressed down and kept to herself. Kevin was nice to her, always walking her from biology class. They dated for a brief period, going to movies and romantic dinners.

When she gave herself to him the last night of the semester, he became a beast. He fucked her on the cold metal bleachers of the football stadium, leaving his signature all over her new red blouse, and then refused to give her a ride back across campus. She walked home in a cum-stained top; his mark visible to all parties hanging out in front of the dorm. He stopped taking her phone calls, pretending she didn't exist. There was nothing she could do about it.

Luscious, (who's real name is Leroy) was a quiet boy on the third floor of the freshman dorm who became a youtube sensation overnight due to a snooping Kevin and his new camera phone. A perfect rendition of him singing Dreamgirls in the shower made him the laughing stock of the third floor, confirming what everyone speculated about his sexual orientation. A public outing on campus reached his small hometown, resulting in the abolishment of his full scholarship from his family's church. Luscious hoped for the day that Kevin got his just due.

Selina didn't fall for the charms of Kevin; her younger sister Serena did. At a fraternity party Kevin tricked the poor girl into having sex with him…without informing her of the camera recording them or the fact that it was being broadcast to the attendees of the party. With over 50 independent witnesses confirming it was a consensual event and Kevin denying knowledge of the camera’s presence, Kevin once again avoided trouble and Selina’s sister left school shamed. So the entire quartet had retribution in store for Kevin.

Luscious licked his lips. "What EXACTLY does he have that gets you girls all hot in the vajayjay?" His eyes cast a faraway look. "I'd like to see for myself; I deserve that much at least."

Selina shoved him on the shoulder. "Stop getting hot and bothered. What are we going to do about this motherfucker?"

"Bring me a Cosmo and gather round, children." Clapping his hands together, he placed himself in the chair that was vacated by Selina, unwrapped his extra long scarf and got comfortable. Felicia mixed a fresh drink for her companion and the rest pulled some chairs together to listen to him hatch his scheme. Three hours later as the sun began to rise the house above them began to stir with life. Luscious took his leave and the female trio retired to their rooms with revenge cooling on their minds.

4
Meanwhile, Kevin was having one of his narcissistic episodes. He stood in front the mirror after having gotten out the shower, dripping water on the tile floor as his towel hung limply by his side. He couldn't help grinning as he admired his Bowflex rock hard abs, flawless chocolate skin, and movie star good looks. He wiped away a bead of water from his brow, smoothing a hand over his trimmed goatee, staring as if seeing himself for the first time.

He dropped the towel from his left hand and picked up his flaccid dick. He hefted it, studying it like it was fresh picked produce. Even in its limp state, it was something to admire. Almost nine inches with the impressive girth of a porn star, tapered with a swollen head.

He knew he had something special when he exposed himself during a gym class back in high school. The looks and gasps from his classmates solidified what he assumed; he wielded the Excalibur of dicks. He's never disappointed when those black boxers were pulled down. He would hear the gasp of breath, see the widened eyes, the unconscious swallow of apprehension; he’d know right then and there that it would be all downhill for her after him. He was taught in the art of "laying pipe" by his favorite uncle.

"You gotta show those bitches what you're made of," his mentor would school him between gulps of whiskey and drags of menthol. "They scream cuz they can't believe how good you fuckin' em!"

He made it a rule to only deal with virgin pussy. He dealt with a case of syphilis back in his rookie days, vowed never to play with “used pussy” after that. He kept that promise, hunting down only the inexperienced and naive during his quests. He hated condoms, they hindered the sensation. He only had three “accidents” so far, but as long as his father's checkbook was fat, he didn't worry about his bastard children.

"They love it." Kevin thought as he began to apply moisturizer to his chest and arms. He squirted out an extra dollop before painstakingly applying the white cream to his dick. He felt himself harden and willed it away.

"Down, Showtime," He chuckled. "No leading ladies for you to perform for right now."

A banging on the door interrupted his vanity session. It was one his countless fraternity brothers begging to unload some greasy leftovers and beer. He quickly finished before wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the door. Letting his brother in, he whistled a tune as he sauntered down the hall towards his room.

His Blackberry hummed on the nightstand as he closed the door. He read the name on the faceplate; Shay. She was ranked pretty high of his soon to be conquests, a runners body with a pair of titties that screamed for release from those colorful sports bras she wore around the gym. He let it go to voice mail, wiping the excess moisture from his face and got ready for bed. No need to gorge, he had the rest of the semester to satisfy his sexual quota.

5
Three weeks later, Kevin was putting the final touches on his appearance before preparing for battle. He decided that Shay was ripe enough for the dicking, plus he noticed the starting quarterback with an open nose, hanging outside her dorm. Shaking out the collar of his coat, he left the house and strolled to his ride with a spring in his step and an itching in his groin. He maneuvered his four-wheeled chariot carefully through campus, the Halloween festivities in full swing. Some of the dorms sponsored a trick or treat for younger kids; the streets overrun with youngsters dressed in all kinds of costumes. What would have normally took about five minutes, took twenty. Kevin got antsy as he got caught at just about every crosswalk.

Finally, he pulled up to Shay's dorm. Parking was ridiculous and he was forced to go to the back to find a spot. Getting out of the car, he popped an Altoid and checked his image for the umpteenth time. As he was standing up, he felt a crushing weight against the nape of his neck and everything suddenly went black.

6
When he came to, he was in the dirt dungeon, staring in horror at a scowling Jessica. To her right stood Felicia, a black medical bag clutched in her hands. Selina stood on the left, wielding a Barry Bonds edition ash bat, next to the table covered with a white sheet and a camcorder on a tripod.

"Oh shit?" quipped Jessica. "What, were you expecting someone else?" She took the riding crop and traced a circle around his nipple, tapping lightly on it to make it rise. "How many women have you fucked and left in the exhaust of your pussy mobile?"

"Hey, whatever misunderstanding we had...” he searched for the words to make things right, but couldn't get his brain to function.

"Boo, what we had…," Jessica moved closer, drawing the crop across his dry lips. "Was no misunderstanding."

She turned to a cloaked Felicia, snapping her fingers to snap her out of a daze. Felicia fumbled with the bag, setting it on the floor and rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. Producing a hypodermic needle, alcohol swab, and a brown vial, she approached Kevin who began to struggle even more.

The door slid open again and another person scurried into the room.

"I know you aren't starting without me," lisped the hooded figure.

"No, ma'am," replied Felicia. "Just prepping the patient."

"Patient?" Kevin jerked around but the bonds held firm. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Felicia didn't answer him, instead slapped on his forearm, looking for a vein.

"Shouldn't you tie him off first?" asked Jessica.

"Oh fuck…you RIGHT!" Felicia reached under her robe and pulled out some surgical tubing, handing it to her cohort who quickly wrapped it around his elbow.

Quickly, a vein popped up and Felicia continued, injecting the syringe in the bottle, drawing a small amount. She wiped his arm with the swab and before he could protest jabbed the amber liquid into his vein.

Kevin groaned, not from the pain, but from the apprehension of what would happen next. He didn't know if he was poisoned, drugged, or both, but the increasing warmth in his arm scared the shit out of him, his lucky boxers soaking with his own urine.

Felicia pulled out a tape recorder and a stethoscope. As she measured his heartbeat, she began to speak.

"10:15. Subjects heartbeat strong, pupils still normal." She turned to the rest of the group. "We have about five minutes."

"Perfect," said Selina as she made sure the camcorder was functioning properly. "More than enough time to explain."

7
Kevin eyes darted back and forth the room and the people surrounding him. Other than Jessica, none of the others revealed themselves, but it was obvious who they were. He fucked a multitude of girls since arriving here, too many to remember and now HE was about to get fucked severely. It appeared Karma finally caught up to him.

Jessica stepped forward again with the riding crop.

"Kevin, you have a gift," she ran the leather fob over the outline of his groin. "But, you have no idea how to use it."

"Please." He begged before she shut him up with a smack on the mouth.

"In your famous words, 'Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there.'" She continued. "You, like to fuck. You enjoy it, as long as you can get your nut off. You have no idea how many women you have hurt. While you may not have raped us, you did abuse us." She began tapping the crop against his thickening member. "You didn't just break our hymens; you broke our hearts along with them."

Kevin felt the warmth spread throughout his body, centering on his dick as if someone laced his groin with icy-hot. He began to squirm, pushing his pelvis away from the board.

"Oh my," drawled Luscious from the background. Everyone, including Kevin followed the sound of his voice and then his masked stare to see what made him speak up. Five pairs of eyes looked down at Kevin's crotch, the head of his dick protruding from the waistband of his boxers. The room fell silent except for the panicked breathing of their captor. Kevin felt nothing but heat as he hardened before their very eyes. He had no control over it, could only watch with the rest as his dick throbbed and hardened against the constricting material.

Felicia checked her watch and breathed into the recorder. "10:19. Subject fully engorged. Automated gestures starting."

"What did you stick me with?"

"My thesis, my dear." Felicia began to explain. "It's a beta compound that I've been testing out, sorta like Viagra, but a much bigger beast." She laughed. "To even compare it to the thrill pill is an insult. In fact, I gave my cousin Paula a prototype of the drug to test on women...turned them into brain dead nymphos once they got worked up. And YOU have the honor of being the first male specimen...you should be proud."

Kevin began to hump the air, like a male dog without a partner. He desperately wanted to fuck…something…anything. His brain was telling him the only way to ease the intense burning was to stick his dick into something.

"See," Jessica took the lead again."We figured since you like to fuck, we'd let you." She jerked his underwear down, letting his throbbing dick bob free. "Only thing is, it won't be us this time."

Kevin was barely hearing her words now, thrusting at nothing.

Luscious couldn't contain himself any longer, finally pushing past Jessica and grabbing a handful of swelling penis.

"Girl, this is should be in a museum," he chirped as he ran his hands back and forth over the girth. "Or on my dresser!"

Kevin pushed against the manicured hands, drool forming at his lips as he felt the soft fingers squeezing around him. Luscious pulled out his iPhone and took a snapshot as a keepsake.

"Fuck that! We here to handle business!" Jessica pulled him back and beckoned Selina. Together they went behind Kevin and loosened the straps so he could put his hands down to his sides. He grabbed himself at once, jerking and tugging on his dick with both hands. He was no longer in his right mind. He didn’t bother even fighting his bonds. His thirst for release had consumed him. He reached out for Selina, grabbing a breast as she skirted by out of his reach again.

She went to the table, flipping the sheet back to reveal an array of items. Picking over them with care like a budget consumer, she finally chose her first item. Kevin was still tugging at himself, grunting, but feeling no reprieve. When he looked up, Selina was holding a large watermelon in her hands. He saw pussy. His eyes said watermelon, his brain told him vagina.

She dropped it into his outstretched hands and they watched him attack. He dug at the rind with his fingers, tearing at it until the red center was revealed which he promptly plunged his dick into. He pumped furiously away at the oblong fruit, juice running down the sides, seeds and red bits splattering against his thighs as he fucked away.

8
The group watched in amazement as Kevin fucked the fruit into pieces. The watermelon split into two hunks, falling away to the ground. He reached for it, but was out of reach, the straps not giving too much. He went back to using his hands, sticky with watermelon residue.

"That...was different." said Felicia. She put the tape recorder to her mouth but couldn't find the words to describe what just transpired.

Luscious licked his lips and mumbled, "What a waste of good dick."

"What a waste, period," spat Jessica. "I wonder what else he will fuck."

She moved over to the table, and after a few seconds picked up an item. She returned with a wheel of Swiss cheese and watched in both humor and amazement as he pounded away at it.

For the next hour, the items on the table disappeared. They went through all the basic food groups, watched in muted awe as he mangled anything put in front of him. If it had a hole, he plowed right through it. As much as he fucked, Kevin couldn't relieve the burning. Everything was a wet slit, begging for penetration. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't reach that feeling that once encompassed him.

"He hasn't cum yet, why is that exactly?" asked Selina.

"The drug inhibits ejaculation." replied Felicia as she scribbled notes down in her journal. "It started out as a male form of birth control, but impotency was the endgame." She looked up at the group, who was watching the action with apt attention. "So, I had to create a stimulant to produce a heightened libido, but I had no test subject, until now."

"How long will he go?" asked Jessica.

"That," Felicia looked back down at her notes, "Has yet to be determined."

Kevin paid none of them attention as he kept fucking. He heard the voices, but couldn't make out the words. All he wanted to do was cum. His thighs shuddered with exhaustion, cramps riding up and down his legs as he kept up the frenzied pace. He no longer sweating, slowly dehydrating in the musky room. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. He felt the urge to blow, but every time he felt the crest of an orgasm, it subsided and he had to keep going. A spasm in his lower back caused him to howl in pain, scaring the others in the room. He still just couldn't stop. The bag of recently cooked pasta began to spill, wet noodles falling around his feet.

"Kevin," Jessica called out to him. He paid her no mind as he struggled to keep the Ziploc of spaghetti intact. She lashed the riding crop across his face, but got no reaction. He was gone.

"Time for our exit plan," remarked Selina with an exasperated yawn. The table next to her was bare, sans two items. As the others began to pack up, making sure to leave nothing behind, she stared at the humping figure. She felt a tiny pang of remorse for the bucking creature, but the look on her sister's face that fateful weekend clarified why they were doing this.

When everything was removed from the room, they tossed him a cantaloupe, this time Selina was kind enough to make a hole for him. “Oh, Kevin,” Selina said pulling his hair to make him look up at her. “I was sure to get this entire thing on videotape. I know how much you like that. We’re gonna show everybody and you’re gonna be the laughingstock of the school for once. You’ll never hurt another girl again. And by the way…Serena sends her regards!” As Kevin continued his activity without missing a beat, Selina gathered the tripod, camcorder and bat she knocked him out with earlier and left. Jessica crept around the back of the rack and prepared the straps for his release. She cut enough of the leather that a few good tugs would break them. She then joined the others at the door right as he finished off the last of the fruit. He started searching for his next "conquest", lips caked white from exhaustion, eyes darting around the room.

When he saw the Jack-o-Lantern filled with crushed glass and honey (Felicia’s idea), he grabbed it with no hesitation. He shoved in with full force, gasping as the minuscule shards dug into his flesh. He began to speed up, desperate for release, the strap began to give and he fell to his knees, dick still impaled inside the pumpkin. He began to bleed from the tiny cuts but didn't stop, feeling the familiar rise again.

As soon as it subsided, he threw it at the wall in frustration, immediately sorry that he did. He scanned the room for another “pussy”, finding none, scrambled to his feet and staggered to the open doorway which the foursome left open on purpose.

9
Two sheriff's deputies found a naked Kevin in a field, miles from the university. They stared in disbelief at the man, frothing at the mouth trying to chase down a herd of horses. Only when he succeeded in mounting one, did the lawmen spring into action. Grabbing Kevin by the elbows, they pulled him off the shrieking animal and then had to fight tooth and nail to restrain him as he turned his lust onto them. A couple of well-placed tasers subdued him enough to place on the handcuffs, but once they got him to the car, he renewed his humping with vigor, finding the crack in the backseat sufficient.

They took him straight to the emergency room, where the doctors had a hell of a time trying to find out what was wrong. Felicia did an excellent job on the masking agent as his toxin screen came up negative. They had no idea who he was as he wouldn't talk, just grunt and moan. He never was fingerprinted before, so there was nothing to identify him except his dental records. They sedated him and prepped him for surgery to remove glass and other objects from under the skin of his still erect penis. A chemical castration was administered after a couple of hours to prevent amputation, but he kept thrusting anyway.

It was a week later, when Kevin was identified. He had been under heavy sedation, strapped down to the bed after trying to fuck the surgeon and two recovery nurses. His father claimed him, whisking him off to a private clinic in New York, threatening lawsuits all the way out the door. Even in his unconscious and impotent state, his pelvis jerked slightly.

Rumors flew around school like the autumn leaves after an edited version of the video showing Kevin simulating sex with foods surfaced on the internet. Numerous jokes and theories about what may have happened to Kevin circulated. Shay was even interviewed by campus authorities, but her roommate confirmed the fact he never showed up for their date.

10
Back in the basement of the Gamma Nu house, Selina, Jessica, and Luscious sat around the bar while Felicia made drinks. Pushing glasses in front of each one of them before taking her own and raising it, she made a toast.

"To sweet revenge; even when it’s served lukewarm, it's still delicious."

Everyone clinked glasses and swallowed their mixed drinks.

"Do you think he'll ever come to?" asked Jessica.

"I don't care." answered Selina, pouring more alcohol into her glass.

Felicia pulled her notes from her bag, flipping through a page or two, before answering.

"Think of his brain like a beach." She took a sip from her glass. "Right now, it’s in the middle of a tsunami and when it's over, it'll be a miracle if he can even blink without wanting sex.

"I'm scared of you, girl." said Luscious, pointing a pinkie in her direction.

Selina stood up, glass half full. "I have another toast y’all."

The group joined her, glasses raised in a semi-circle.

"A Warning To ALL Men: Don't fuck with the Virgins or the Gays!" she screamed while the others erupted in laughter.

Luscious cleared his throat and began to correct her. "I think you meant...'Don't fuck with Gamma Nu!'"

As they nodded in agreement, they all shouted "DON'T FUCK WITH GAMMA NU!" and brought their celebratory glasses together in victory.